I Quit Spanking

We stopped spanking a year ago this month. And I would never go back. I had read the Christian parenting books like "To train up a Child" and "Raising Godly Tomatoes" and tried to the best of my ability to follow what they taught. I spanked consistently. I tried to stay cool calm and collected, and to not spank in anger. I used a wooden spoon so my kids would not associate my hands with pain, and I was careful to limit my swats and never leave a mark on my children. It didn’t work. And looking back I can hardly believe that I fell for the reasoning for spanking when I grew up being spanked myself, and I remember how it made me feel. I can hardly believe the things that I u … [Read more...]

Saturday Evening Post #6

The first Saturday of the month Elizabeth Esther invites us to share the latest and greatest from our blog. Hop over to meet more bloggers, and maybe add your own entry.Once again, I always find it incredibly hard to pick just one. Even on months where I don't think I really wrote that much, I always end up with way to many posts I'd like to share. :)But since we have to stick with just one, I'm going to share my post "I want to be Confident". Because it was one of the most popular posts of the month. It highlights a moment in time with 3 kids under the age of 4. And I struggle with some real questions about family pressure and decision making. … [Read more...]

Quick Takes #24

1.Have you heard of the exercise where you as a spouse are supposed to read 1 Corinthians 13 replacing the word "love" with your name? Like "John is patient, john is kind etc.." I was recently thinking, what if we read the passage replacing the word love with God? After God is love. It's actually pretty amazing to wonder if this really is who God is! God is patient, God is kind. God is not jealous, God is not pompous, God is not inflated, God is not rude, God does not seek his own interests, God is not quick-tempered, God does not brood over injury, God does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. God bears all … [Read more...]

Excessive Modesty makes me feel objectified

This last weekend we went to a large park with the kids and as we piled out of the van I noticed a Mennonite family was there. A teenage girl followed a toddler around the park, both of them wearing the long plain dresses that hid every shape of their young bodies. The mother sat on a park bench quietly watching while the husband and brother stood nearby arms folded, grimly surveying the area. I watched a young girl about age 9 climbing quietly up and down the play structures, her ankle-length dress billowing around her, her hair tucked into a small bonnet. I have memories of playing at the park in similar attire. I didn’t grow up in a Mennonite family, but we emulated them in our modesty s … [Read more...]

Backseat Conversation

Picture two toddler’s strapped into their car seats in the back of our van, this is the conversation I overheard on the drive to the grocery store. 2 year old: I have owie.3 year old: *Gasp*! You have a owie? Where?2 year old: Right here. (Pointing sadly to the mosquito bite next to her eye)3 year old: Did you bang your head on the door and get that owie?2 year old: (Nodding) Yeah. 3 year old: I’m so sorry you got a owie in your eye. Do you feel better?2 year old: Yeah, I better.Silence...3 year old: I have a owie too.2 year old: *Gasp*! Owie too?3 year old: Yeah, right here. (Pointing to a practically invisible scratch on her leg) I was running and running and then I fell down and got t … [Read more...]

My Intense Birth

I still get emotional re-reading my birth stories, so I thought I'd share them here. This is the story of the arrival of my third child, I've been intentending to share it for a week now! It was written a few weeks after her birth. (Incidentally The new blog name for Baby Girl is "Ms Pooky", it may not make much sense, but it fits her.)  After having my first birth and second birth at home, home birth was starting to seem like a natural choice. I am not saying it is the right choice for everyone, but it was a great option for me. This time we were living far from family, and in a different country (Canada)! I loved my midwife and the … [Read more...]

My Last Day

For as long as I can remember, my Grandpa had this poem hanging in his bathroom. I have always found it inspiring, but especially so this week.. Pick more DaisiesBy Nadine Stair If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I … [Read more...]